Chapter 1:
Frostpaw
Frostpaw opened her green eyes, she blinked them rapidly and shook the moss off her fur. As carefully as she could, she walked out of the apprentices den. It was still early and the sun just peeked over the mountain. She sighed, and walked over to the outside of the ForestClan camp. Maybe if I hunt and bring backs lots of prey, I'll be a warrior even sooner she thought, and purred to her self, claws ready and her gaze steady. She ran into the forest, her white paws making almost no sound against the ground. She stopped and opened her mouth trying to catch any scent of prey... she found a mouse biting on a nut. She stalked it and without any warning she jumped in the air, with a swift bite to the mouses neck she puffed out her chest proudly, even though no one was there to see her.
She heard the sound of crunching leaves, the noise too loud to be a foxes or badgers, but too quiet to be that one of a mouse or squirrel. She narrowed her eyes in the direction of the sound. Her ears pricked for any other sound. She squeaked as strong paws pinned her to the ground, an unfamiliar scent hit her nose, she starting thrashing, moving around trying to get of the cats vice grip, but nothing was working.
"What shall we do with this one, Storm?" a deep voice said, "we take her back to camp, Ember, Bristle will be more than pleased with this one" another one said, this one, though, sounded more youthful.
Two jaws clamped around her scruff and dragged her to a nearby rock, her head exploded in excruciating pain, as she felt her strength give out and her gaze spun around. She took one last look before darkness consumed her.